You may have gathered that the first six chapters lead into this one. Fair warning, it contains a variety of fetishes including Femdom, Cross-dressing, Interracial sex with two men and a wife, gay sex... If you don't like this, please find something you prefer! I again put it into Fetish as I did not know where else it should go! Chapter 7 ***** Part 13...
It was Wednesday evening and Henry had barely touched his beer. He stared unseeing at the TV as his phone rang and rang. He made no move to get up from his armchair to answer it. He had received too many phone calls in the past few weeks from women who only wanted one thing from him. And there was only one woman from whom he wanted anything. A knock at the...
Mike had just arrived in town for a business trip and finally settled into his hotel room for the night at 7 pm. Mike turned on the hockey game and sat on the couch in his suite and cracked an ice cold beer from the twelve pack beside him. Right at that moment there was a knock at the door which Mike found odd as he was not expecting any guests and no one kn...
I turned into the driveway. The grass was showing brown spots in spite of my best efforts. Linda's flowers, always under attack by her enemy -- the snails-seemed to be holding their own. I had pleasant thought of a grand bottle of Pinot Noir saved for just such a Friday night. There was a strange car parked behind my wife's Mercedes. Walking into the house,...
(Thanks to Slave for the idea. MH for helping me and the usual suspects for reading it for me.) * It wasn't supposed to happen. I was a guest at my friend's place for a few days while my own apartment was getting painted and the unthinkable happened. I awoke in the morning to the sounds of buzzing and moaning. The buzzing had me thinking alarm clock, but t...
The ice and snow stretched as far as she could see. She hated it. With a passion that bordered on obsessive, Samara had come to hate the snow. She wished that the leader of the Amazon-like group of women hadn't chosen to travel away from their lovely tropical coast. But she had. Their army was larger than it had been when they'd started out over a year ago....
May 2008. Beulah United Methodist Church. Bowling Green, Ohio. The old Dairy Queen was located half a mile from downtown Bowling Green on Wooster St., next to the old railroad track. Most people in the area lived out on farms, earning a living from modest harvests, or unemployment benefits, though some owned shops downtown, and some manned those storefront...
Author's Intro: As with many stories, this could be placed in several different categories. It's built around a decidedly nonhuman encounter, so I went with that category. But it's really far more about the human responses to the encounter. One could also easily classify it as fantasy and perhaps even nonconsent (albeit in an unusual manner), so it's got tho...
This is my first story. Please be gentle! Also, all characters depicted participating in sexual activity are 18 years or older. *** Lost Souls Ch. 01 High school is a complicated place with different groups of people struggling to find their way in the world. Whether it be freshmen who have just moved up to a new unfamiliar and scary place, or the senio...
The Queen waits with great anticipation for her most trusted chamber maid to arrive, bearing her lover through dark and secret passages, so that they may be together in private, and away from the prying eyes of the court. She paces about the room making sure all is perfect for the night. Candles lit, fresh linen and furs lain about with care, and a roaring f...